Criss-crossing air and water
Clocking miles none can measure
What’s the deal globe-trotter?
Searching for hidden treasure?
Oh, I’m just teasing!
You’re a lucky chap
out the door again…so fast?
Heavens no! My time has passed
Along you go without me
See Aruba, Bonaire, Fiji,
Here I’ll be in Kinross
Chow on empanadas,
duruka and ceviche
Spy blue-green iguanas,
Explore your coral reefs
Tour the Mayan ruins
Speak the tongue of stranger nations
Take guided walks – from palaces
– to Ceylon tea plantations
Away with your pity! Away with you, pet!
I wish so too, but life ploughs on
I’m happy with these hills, these sheep,
My tea and buttered scone
Write me under a Judas tree
Send me olives and black rice
In fact, don’t feel obliged my lad
Two, three stories will suffice
Don’t think of me with sorrow
I know fine well that life is short
Yet wrong you are, and fluffed you’d be
To assume from my passport
That I’m a mere provincial,
For what such pages don’t disclose
Is I’m an early riser;
The dawn of day, the morning dew;
Life’s little reasons
(In my book)
The boundless world, all around
And all I do is look
I wrote this poem a few years ago. It was published in the The Open Mouse ezine under the title: ‘the sun rises everywhere’.